" Ode to the Spell Checker!"

From:

Mike Kirby <mikek@mail.saimr.wits.ac.za>

Honourable Histoneters.
I shall, no doubt, incur the wrath of the "Thought Police" and the "Histonet
Gestapo", but I think the following little ditty best sums up the hot debate
on "ze Engleesh, as she is spilt"
(I shall now retreat to my bunker and await the verbal barrage)
"Ode to the Spell Checker!"
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
M.Kirby. ("Warthog")
Johannesburg.